Tend to thine own mirror and all mirrors then reflect yours

It is really funny, just when I thought I was ready to move on to Neale Donald Walsch's 2nd tip for a simpler life, the Universe gives me a profound experience in relevance to death to add! So, allow me to indulge you further with the recollection of this experience.

On Saturday night, I found myself locked out of the place I was going to sleep at night, and temperatures were going to be low, and windy. I found a spot that had just enough room for me to squeeze in and sleep standing up, and although it did not offer any warmth that was any different from the outside, BUT it did offer shelter from the wind, and therefore windchill. There were several thoughts and other events that led up to it, and I am beginning to understand that one of my "spirit guides" as would be phrased is the thought-form / concept that many would refer to as "death". What I experienced I only had a pre-infant level of comprehension, and a high level of awareness. It was as if I was still in the womb, but was spiritually aware of what was going on in the larger scheme of things.

THE SURROUNDING PIECES AND BACKSTORY

For the longest time, I felt that the things that I have been doing, especially things that I do the hard way, or learning the hard way was simply training, long-haul training in preparation towards doing something significant and life defining. Every little thing I did was training, even stuff I dismissed because it was like building a large Black Ship from scratch, - plant the trees and other plants to grow the material to make the tools, which are then used to make the small boats, the docks, the rope that are then in turn used to make better tools and shipyards, to finally build the ship. That kind of training. Okay, end of this piece.

Back in September, I spent some time pondering and feeling through a revelation I had where in order to honor free-will of all beings, there had to be multiple realities going on at the same time; and that we were in the middle of a major reality split where a bunch of realities would have the planet and its spirit being become paradise and reach a higher level of existence; and another bunch of realities would witness all the catastrophes and major reworking of things that would yield a significant reduction in the world population in the short-term. The prophecies of the Hopi tribe also tell of this reality split. The training I was putting myself through SEEMS to also be preparing for a life after this reality split is completed. Okay, end of this piece.

A month and a half ago, I found myself downloading a game that was never officially released in the United States, but was created in Japan, and applying a fan-made translation patch that translated it via hacking into English. As I played it over the course of several weeks, it relayed a story where the protagonist leads a normal life that suddenly changes to where things felt a little off, and starts to question it. There is a major conflict going on that affects the whole world, and one king of a nearby kingdom is spearheading the war against a force bent on complete domination. At one point, the protagonist enters that kingdom and hears that the king never seems to sleep, and is constantly tending to the war. This turns out to be true, as we come to find out that the world is known as the DREAM world, with strange holes all over that lead to another world, which we later know as the WAKING world. In the waking world, the same antagonist also exists and is waging the same campaign to complete domination, and that there are places in the WAKING world that were destroyed by the antagonist, but still exist in the DREAM world. Throughout the protagonist's adventure, they switch back and forth in between worlds. While the protagonist and king are SLEEPING in the WAKING world, they are AWAKE and doing their thing in the DREAM world. While they are SLEEPING in the DREAM world, they are awake and doing their thing in the WAKING world. Basically they are progressing on their journey while interweaving between both the DREAM and WAKING worlds. I strongly responded to this game, because I felt the same way - I often felt that I was never sleeping when I thought I was sleeping, and that there is a part of me engaging in something where some of my efforts were going somewhere else. Okay, end of this piece.

There was this movie called Pitch Black / Chronicles of Riddick where the protagonist, Riddick is thrown into a prison for essentially being of a race of gifted beings that were perceived as a threat to a dictator of a different race due to a prophecy foretold where he would be undone by a member of this race; so this dictator uses all the resources at his disposal and murders every single member of this race, and destroy their homeworld. Riddick is the sole survivor. While in prison, Riddick happens upon a strange hermit who promises to gift him with night-sight in return for a trivial favor. The sight Riddick gains allows him to see in pitch black, and it is demonstrated that he "sees" a strange amalgam of black and white while in pitch black, and his eyes had turned a luminous purple after this operation. Okay, end of that piece.

I read an article on Facebook a while back where a former priest was interview where he revealed that the Church's concept of Hell was made up to keep people in fear. I agreed with this, given that I see different understandings of Hell, depending on where someone is at with their spirituality. The Church's version; a dense and difficult place where one is suffering more often than not due to their heavy mood; the idea that we are in our own personal Hell of our own making when we suffer, and where we are not suffering more often than not; and then a lighter state where one does not perceive an existence of Hell. Okay, end of that piece.

I've had my fear of fire for as long as I can remember. When I was three, my 4th finger on my right hand was exposed to flame from a gas stove for a prolonged period of time; punishment for trying to destroy the steroids my biological father took in pursuit of his bodybuilding. I did this in hopes to rid his physical abuse of my mother and myself. I had an experience that led to a profound vision where an old woman who could see many things beyond what typical eyesight could see, had her eyes burnt out by fearful villagers in hopes that she would no longer see "too much". There were times when I had desired to relive the pain I felt from that disciplinary pain, whenever I was in a lot of emotional pain in order to find out what was on the other side. There was even one occasion of this desire where I had asked my friend to act as a "second" in case things got out of control. I still have this curiosity to find out what is on the other side of the pain of fire. Okay, end of this piece.

At some point after my fire-discipline from my biological father, I was having a field day with my collection of Lego building block sets, and had left them all over the place. He was so furious with me (I think he stepped on a wayward piece), that he introduced a new punishment for this occassion. That evening, after the usual beatings, he directed me to stand next to his bed, as straight as possible, with arms akimbo (out to the sides, palms straight out, facing down, reminiscent of being nailed to the cross), and to remain in that exact position the entire night. Each time a muscle twitched, moved, or if I made any sort of noise, he would lash out at me physically. He went to sleep with a stick in hand, and like a kneejerk reflex, anything out of me was met with an immediate, swift and sharp *smack* of the stick. There were many *smack* moments, and I eventually fell asleep, having gotten used to the stick, as it became part of the routine. Okay, end of that piece.

There were three occasions this year where I ended up sleeping outside when the temperature was going to cross the freezing point. The first night, there was a LOT of wind, and I started to lose feeling all over my body - toes and fingers first. I also had a harder time keeping them moving in an effort to keep warm. Just when I felt I was losing the last dot of feeling sensation in the core of my body, there was a sudden pin of intense, yet comforting warmth, similar to the kind of warming sensation the consumption of alcohol would yield, in the same spot, and quickly radiated outwards, returning full feeling as it went outwards, until I had full sensation again, and was able to fall asleep for the remainder of the night, until I woke up at next dawn. This first time, I thought it was a fluke experience. The second night it happened, I was getting the hint that I was not going to freeze. The third time, I was still uncertain that it would happen again, but took the chance and after that third night, I was sold on the idea that I was definitely not going to freeze at this stage of life. Okay, end of that piece.

A friend responded to my previous peace reflecting Neale Donald Walsch's first tip to live a simpler life; with a warning to me that the portal between this world and the other side of death was open; and to be careful in that regard. Little would I know that I would jump right in, head first.

On Saturday evening, prior to being locked out, I was at a Winter Solstice celebration over at Tammy's Edge Salon, which was called "3 Wise Women" event. It featured some healing services, readings, belly dancing, potluck, and some firedancing by the bellydance performers. I was watching the firedances and was imaging the same kinds of dance but different intent - to become the essence of fire, and envisaged the flames moving on their own without the dance-aids, moving in tandem with the dancers. Serpents of flames twirling, circling, enfolding the dancers without burning them. Dancers and flames became one and danced in celebration of that kind of transcendence. I watched with a mix of fascination and fear - being reminded of that gas stove and my finger.

THE ACTUAL FORAYAfter leaving the "3 Wise Women" event, I got a ride to the place I was going to stay Saturday night, and by that time, it was nearly 11pm. I went to retrieve the spare key from its hiding spot only to find that it was not there. It was about 34 degrees F (1.1 degree C), and rather windy. I started to look around for an improvised place to sleep, and the only place available was a shed filled with tables and other knick-knacks. There was JUST enough room right behind the door for me to squeeze in there and fall asleep standing up. The last time I fell asleep standing up was when my father introduced that standing sleeping discipline. I had brief flashbacks to that time as I processed how I was sleeping that night, and thinking that there would be no improvement in the temperature aspect, but at least the wind won't be a factor to my cold. I got in and closed the door.

I could not tell if my eyes were open or closed, because no matter how much I moved my eyelids and eyes, there was no change in what I saw from said eyes. I moved my hands back and forth slowly, and rapidly - no difference. When I was outside, I could see the predominant color - a certain shade of purple that was actually the night sky with cloud cover, reflecting the streetlights of the city. I had a real hard time distinguishing anything else other than that predominant color, but at least I could see movement, or tell when my hands moved. I also tested my bounds.. there was just enough room to move my right hand and forearm to reach the doorknob and open or close the door. There was maybe an inch or two for my feet to move inside, but not enough room to turn sideways or completely around. I was leaning against a folded up table. All I could do was try to close my eyes and fall asleep. At least I did not have to have my arms akimbo, and there was nobody to hit me with a stick if I twitched. Even if I DID move my arms, there was not enough room to move them SOMEWHERE - what a punchline!

Pretty soon, I started to feel the familiar sensation of losing feeling in my body, toes, feet, hands, fingers first. Here we go again.. and it got really cold and numb for me. My right ear was beginning to ring again, and the ringing slowly started to increase in its intensity. All I can do is trust that I will not freeze, and it was safe to fall asleep - just close my eyes (I think) and sleep.

I started to see blotches of slight purplish and white glaze in my field of view, and these blotches would change size and slowly shift positions and movement. I was used to seeing these by this time - they started two years ago, after I had my first meditation experience. I watched them idly, with nothing else to do, nothing else to feel. Then I started to feel subtle, yet distinct differences in gradation in correspondence to the blotches as PRESSURE against my eyeballs. Where there was a lighter shade of purplish white blotch, would be increasing pressure on my eyes - and the sensation matched exactly what I saw. So, I am able to see AND feel these blotches exactly.

The blotches then changed shape, merged, disappeared, flow in places until I started to perceive a place of sorts. I had no idea what I was seeing, everything looked so foreign. I still heard that ringing in my right ear, and it was pretty loud and grating by now. I decided to test if I was "seeing" after all, so I lifted my right hand, and waved my hand slowly waved it across my supposed field of vision. I felt and saw an outline of my gloved hand go back and forth my field of vision - so it was black, outlined in that purplish white color, with soft edges and gradations into black otherwise. I FELT an exact corresponding map of the same thing with the pressure against my eyes.

Things seemed to get more refined as I kept witnessing - shapes became more defined, a bit sharper edges, patterns - not like anything in my current existence, but there were patterns that suggest that this was not a random fancy of my eyes. The hand waving thing confirmed this earlier. I then got more scientific and started to move my head left, then right very slowly, and saw more, which revealed more of itself at the same speed as my head moving and corresponding field of vision changes. I swiveled my head several times, changing the speed in a methodical manner, and saw a consistent and 1 to 1 corresponding ratio of changes in my field of vision, and as my "gaze" swept over the same areas, I also saw certain things again in the field of view, consistent with witnessing something consistent in my current existence. I stopped and placed my head back in its center position and angle, and started to slowly move my head so that my field of view would create a square, moving clockwise. The changes in my field of view changed correspondingly, and I started to comprehend that I was looking at a different place.

I still had no frame of reference - what I saw was very foreign. If you look at a page of written English, then a page of say... Japanese, the Japanese page is going to look downright foreign. What I saw and was able to comprehend felt exactly the same way - where were the shapes and curves and angles and lines that I was familiar with. There were no such things! I waved my right hand again to see if I would see my hand overlaid over what I was seeing, and sure enough, it did. I was beginning to become downright FASCINATED with what I was witnessing. Next, lets see if there was any sort of correspondence between what I was witnessing, and where I was at "in real life". I reached out with my left hand and felt for the shed door and doorknob, tracing the shapes, and looking at that hand to see what I would see. Sure enough, there was.. something that tracked with the door in real life - except it looked NOTHING like a door. I had no idea how to describe what I saw, much less words to assign to any aspect to it, no matter how much I try to dissect it into little pieces mentally.

By this time, I noticed that the ringing from my right ear had stopped increasing in intensity, and was now staying constant, and I head some sort of background noise .. ambient, yet distinct sounds, but distorted in some way. I was suddenly thinking of what it might be like to be witnessing the world from inside my mother's womb - and what i was witnessing with my "sight", pressure "feelings" on my eyes, and hearing seemed to make more sense. I certainly was perceiving and comprehending on a pre-infantile level. I repeated my head movements, with an attempt to map what I was seeing - and all I could ascertain was that I was perceiving some other environment that had correspondence of sorts to the space and place I am at in my current existence. I looked for what seemed a few more moments, and decided that I was going to see if there was a "me"...

Suddenly, a faint blue line came into my field of view and I was looking at the doorframe outline where the right edge of the door would be, a dark azure line going down amongst black. I brought my left hand to that outline and could see my gloved hand like I would in my current existence. I was back, and it was dawn.

I was feeling that familiar intense warm feeling all over my body, and that I had full sensation functionality; but it was still really cold. I reached for the doorknob and turned it - rather stiffly, but still managing to turn it, and opened the door. There were the familiar surroundings of the place I was staying at the previous night. What seemed like a short period of time in this other place, I daresay this other WORLD, and apparently the whole evening had passed in my current existence.

What was THAT? I was reminded of Riddick's eyeshine sight - I decided to nickname this see and feel thing "shadow-second-sight". Is it another world, the shadow world that has correspondence and mapping to this current existence? Suddenly, it's like something out of the game I downloaded and played. Am I a participant of two different worlds, and that I am really not sleeping at all? Do I have a body or identity of sorts if this was another world? So many questions, a confirmation that I do indeed have a pre-infantile comprehension of what I had just experienced.

What does this mean, really? Did I just get a preview of that next version of that Hell - where Hell does not exist in my field of experience, but instead, I witnessed a dichotomy consisting of this world, and a shadow world? I know "shadow-second-sight" and "shadow world" are really crude expressions of what is actually there; but I got to start somewhere.

I numbly fumble for my phone in my left pocket and checked the time - 6:34AM. The nearby coffee shop will not open for another hour and a half; so I shut the shed door and just continued to lean against the table I was leaning against and bide my time and recount what I just experienced. Eventually it was 8AM and I ambled my way over to the coffee shop.​

As I sat with a large steaming brew of coffee, I looked out the window towards the Eastern sky and noticed how super bright it was - the New Mexican cityscape was looking really cold, being bathed and lavished with wet, soft, yet passionate kisses on every nook and cranny from the overly bright, overly rich-spectrumed reaches of the sunlight; and I am reminded of the numerous pictures of Casablanca countryscape and how it was bathed in intense yellow light - light that melts away the coldness of the night, and brings out the inner warmth of everything it touches with these kisses; until all is aglow in mirrored intense yellow-light.

As promised here is my follow up on Neale Donald Walsch's Tip # 1 - Death does not exist. Never fear death.

I got a real personal relationship with death ever since I was a little kid. It started out with me killing another kid during a fight when I was six years old. What was really scary about that was it did not take some significant amount of strength; agility; special abilities, or specialized skills. It just took pure, cold, and clear intent. That is a lot of power, and I felt I did not know how to control my use of it. I became very fearful to ever show or utilize that power.

My biological father died of multiple causes with I was 8 years old. He died at age 52, relatively young. I did not feel loss or grief, in fact I was quite relieved. That guy is no longer going to beat the living tar out of me ever again, nor teach me some new way to be ultra disciplined that involved a lot of pain. Looking back, even before the relief, I did not feel anything - I don't even believe that he ever left entirely, just not there physically. I remember my mother asking me some years later how I felt about my father dying, or if I missed him. She was dismayed with my answer and revealed that she missed him very much. He was really abusive to her when he was alive too, and I did not understand at the time why she missed him so.

I attempted to commit suicide when I was 13 years old. An experience with a vision stopped me from plunging that knife any further than it already had. To this day, 23 years later, I marvel how that vision came in a millimeter before the knife reached in far enough to actually kill me. The vision gave me a sneak preview of what awaited after my time in this physical form, and that death and life were the same exact thing. It also gave me a new directive with my life, something I struggled with how to even apply for the next 21 years.

Whenever I look at people, I would always spot something of them that would show me, that if I strike that place with intent, they would die, instantly. I would somehow or another also know the steps to give me that opportunity, perhaps tapping at their kneecap to dislodge it, and while they are in a lot of pain, strike that spot. It only takes 10 pounds of force to knock off a kneecap on a human being. It was very obvious that everyone is always just a single step away from death, and every one of us is always walking a fine line between the lives they are living and the life of death. Death IS life. Life IS death. They are one and the same, different aspects of each other.

At one point, I had done something unintentionally that resulted in a couple of nights where that was a real chance of being attacked in the night while I sleep. I kept one eye open while sleeping and had an exact plan and moment on how to defend myself using the environment around me, and give me the opportunity to strike at their death spot. The plan could be done within a couple of seconds, and I was primed to react should I get attacked in my sleep. Death was always a baby step away, looking over our shoulder and through our souls.

Doctors were admonishing me left and right when I had my first presentation of diabetes with stuff like "your blood glucose levels were over 5000 mg/dl, over 5 times the level that was considered lethal. My triglycerides and cholesterol had similar numbers - over 3000 and 4000. They yelled at me that "I was very lucky, and that I could have been dead!" I did not see what the big deal was because death did not matter to me, I was living death, living life all the time; and so was everyone else.

The medications that were prescribed to me during my time with diabetes numbered over 28, and each and every one of them had numerous side effects, and nearly all of them had death as a side effect, ranging from 25% all the way to about 60%. If I were to add them up, that would equal to some ridiculous number much greater than 100% chance of death. I could only look at that with humor. Here I am surrounded by medical claims of chances of death left and right, and yet, after taking those medications multiple times a day for a few years, I still stand. I may as well be deliberately overdosing on prescription medications, and yet still not "die". So, I'm living life and defying conventional wisdom and physical evidence of "death". Or, put another way, If I died in any of those prior life incidents, how can I "die" again after already having died in the first place? Conventional wisdom is beginning to show a few plot holes in my perspective.

There have been many events that conventionally should have resulted in grievous injury or death to me in the last couple of years; but every time, nothing near the sort actually happened. This includes jumping off a very large rock much longer than viable jumping distance; spending a few nights in temperatures well below freezing; being hit by vehicles at high speeds; prolonged lung area paralysis; and the list goes on. Each time one of these things would happen, I would feel a heightened sense of LIFE, as I was living on the edge, where everything became super vivid, the pace of life was suddenly much more intense, and the FEELING of living was higher than it has ever been; and it was more exciting than the best roller coaster rides ever created.Does that sound like death to you?

​So, having experienced, witnessed all the above, what would be the point of fearing death, if there was not any? Big deaths are simply a transport from one form of existence to another, and little deaths are perceived negative outcomes that we fear. What is the worst that can happen in any "little death"? It is certainly not a "big death". The big death is just a step or curve in a ever-running river so that it is all a single life, just changing forms every so often. Living death is life. Living life is death. So, what are you afraid of, go ahead and live life even more fully.After all, we only LIVE once.

Here is the first of 15 Tips from Neale Donald Walsch - Tip # 1: Death does not exist. Never fear death.

BEGIN NEALE'S ELABORATION:

So here is tip number one. Death does not exist. Never fear death. If someone had told me that a long, long time ago, I think it would have changed a lot of the ways that I go through life.Now you may wonder, "How can that be possible?" I mean, how does our fear of death affect our daily life? But I can tell you that a fear of death, and the unknown that occurs beyond death - if there even is anything that occurs beyond death - drives the engine and forms the basis of much of the expression of life, and the experience of life that many people are now moving through in the day-to-day of their existence.If someone had said to me when I was a child, "Death does not exist, it's simply a transformation, a shifting, a movement from one way of existing to another," I am certain that I would have had moments where I did not fear outcomes in the way I have feared them. Someone once said, it was Elizabeth Kubler-Ross actually, a wonderful teacher of mien in the earlier part of my life. And Dr. Ross - who I knew well and on whose staff I served for awhile - Dr. Ross used to say, "If you don't fear death, you don't fear life to the degree that you are afraid of dying, to that degree you are afraid of living full out."Now living full out doesn't mean living at high risk. It doesn't mean throw caution aside but it does mean living full out. Going for it, letting yourself not be afraid of outcomes that would occur in your life. And it's amazing how much the fear of death will put the fear of small outcomes, smaller negative outcomes, in the space of your life. Since I gave up my fear of death, I've given up my fear of those smaller outcomes, the so-called little deaths, and that's the point that Elizabeth used to make - that a fear of death, the bigger death if you please, creates in use and imbues us, embodies us with a fear of the smaller, little deaths, and she used to define those little deaths as interesting.The death of a relationshp is an obvious one. It's a big deal in people's lives, of course. The loss of a job, the loss of certain aspects of your ability to do things - like when you get older you can't do some things you could do when you were younger and so forth. The loss of health in a larger way, but even she would say even something as interesting as the loss of your glasses. You know, people walk around afraid they're going to lose stuff, or afraid of certain outcomes, whatever they might be in their life, and they're afraid of those outcomes to the point where they stop moving into their life in fullness in order to avoid a possible outcome where they might be in some way lose something and have a so-called little death.So the loss of the fear of the big death allowed me to see that anything this side of that, that I would have once called a little death, is totally okay too. Let me say something else as well on this subject: I've lived a long time now. I'm not a young man anymore. I'm okay about that. I feel good about where I am in my life. And one of the best things that I like about where I am in my life is what my life has taught me, what it's brought me, what it's given me in terms of my awareness and my understanding of how the whole process works, and what's true about everything.And one thing I can tell you is that these little deaths that I used to be afraid of, now when I just experience them, let them be what they are, move through them with equanimity and peace and a sense of okay-ness, it turns out that there is very seldom any major, horrible, long lasting outcome that I needed to be afraid of to begin with. Oh, certainly some things don't turn out as well as I would like. And certainly there are some inconveniences in life and some downfalls, if you please - some small disappointments - but nothing to make anything major about.And that's one of the tips I'll share with you as well, I'll talk more about that in a little bit later in this list but, for now, let me just tell you that at my age, I've learned to not worry even about the disappointments and those things that didn't turn out exactly the way I thought they might. So tip number one to really make life a lot easier, a lot less complex - death does not exist and the small deaths are not important.

END NEALE'S ELABORATION

​I will follow up with a post about my own reflections and commentary about this tip. For now, please enjoy, discuss, comment, etc.

I thought I would post and do a series of daily posts of 15 tips I have used in the past two years that have time and time again, helped me along. Today, I will post the brief list of all 15 tips. These came from and were created by Neale Donald Walsch.

15 Tips to Make Life Very SImple

1) Death does not exist. Never fear death.

2) Never doubt that things will work out.

3) Nobody does anything inappropriate given their model of the world.

4) Nobody does anything they don’t want to do.

5) Nobody needs your help and you don’t need help from anybody at all.

6) Nobody owes you anything and you don’t owe anybody anything at all.

Today, I went to help a friend do some work on her laptop - this has been something that was pending for several months now, mainly due to her needing her laptop all the time, and the issues on it not critical enough to outweigh being without it for more than a brief time. She also did not want the laptop to leave her home, so I went to her place to perform the services.She left a pile of ingredients on the counter top and I knew what to do when the time came - make something fancy with the ingredients on hand. I also had a bit of young brussel sprouts with me in my backpack, so I added that to the pile, and grabbed some other ingredients and spices from their places and also added them to the pile. So without further ado:

Hi Everyone,I am on Day 112 of a different stage of life, where I am currently in roaming mode. I have let go of my need to have a "home" on a permanent basis; of stability in the same sense as I had and desired in the past; and letting go of a living framework I grew up with - and going towards Who I Am that is more aligned with How I Can Serve. I will be going to where I may be needed, play out my role, then move onto the next place; all in the meanwhile becoming one who operates within a Sacred Economy from within. We are going to see some fantastic changes on a global level soon, and I am going to be prepared for it - by being out there in left field.This is not a temporary state of being, it is a ongoing transition to a lifestyle and operating change of being, so I wanted to put out there support I will need from time to time going forward; as well as what I can offer, and what I got going on in terms of projects.Looking for:• Places of friends where I can basically clean up / freshen up, such as shower, etc. (have a couple of places, aiming for having several places).• Friends where I can receive an occasional mail or package. Packages may be books, art supplies, or computer parts for myself.• Somewhere I can store 2 storage bins (67 liter capacity, roughly twice the size of a banker's box each), a portable lap-desk, and two hiking sticks. Something I can access about twice a month.• Opportunities to serve in the capacities listed under "What I offer"!What I offer:• Assistance in various forms of work - chores, miscellaneous projects, computer / technical tasks, flyers, documents, writing.• Technology / Computer / Technical assistance - One of my crafts is that of a computer guy / consultant / technology strategist.• Computer / Technology / Smartphone tutoring.• Organizational skills to sort out clutter whether its physical or digital.• Conversations to help illuminate, or active listening.• Housesitting / Petsitting• More to come soon as I increase my skillset.• Miscellaneous house-gigs, or arrangements in trade for a place to sleep for the night.What I am working on:• Albuquerque PHIM, health support group meetup, which will lead to a city-wide Health / Nutrition / Wellness resource center, that will be a collaborative effort of many parties who are all interested in similar minded goals.• Helping out Food Karma and learning more / experiencing more of team work, as well as participating in a holistic food ecosystem and lifestyle.• Self development towards the Universal Message that involves pieces from being more of an empath, sex-positive, non-violent communications, active listening, connecting and balancing the mental, physical, emotional, etheric aspects of being; and waking down in mutuality; by connecting and being involved with others in various communities in Albuquerque.• Developing / transitioning my technology / computer skills and craft to incorporate elements of therapy and spirituality into my tech work.• Developing a transitional business model that is aligned with the principles of Sacred Economics, and the idea that people need help in various areas, instead of trying to sell.• Putting out free content on YouTube and websites / blogs about the things I have learned, expertise in, and ideas I am thinking of in smaller bites on a consistent basis.• Studying the healing arts, so that I can also serve as a healer. I am starting with learning Pranic Healing, then going from there forward.• Embarking and exploring the road from Empathy to Telepathy; from outer-sight to inner-sight and in-sight.• Co-create the coming together of all the different communities into a community of communities since there are so many communities I am involved in that are struggling to stay together; that can benefit from sharing the overlapping resources and overhead. It is a larger scope version of the issue of isolated people needing community in order to further grow.My current status:I just finished my arrangement with a friend where I learned to serve unconditionally in trade for a place to stay. It was a very illuminating experience that played out its role. I am ready to continue my roaming within Albuquerque and New Mexico. My latest thought has to do with the idea that there is something I found more fitting than being non-attached, or detached from our story, events, experiences - and that is of being our own empathic witness to ourselves and to others! Even with stuff like this, I will still need the support items I mentioned above. Within 1.5 years, I aim to be traveling the Camino de Santiago, with training leading up to it.

I just had a wild idea. What if I created a crowdfunding campaign around my projects and endeavors? This brings up several feelings and beliefs; mainly that it seems ridiculous and egotistic, and who would want to contribute to such a campaign such as mine? What do you think, is it feasible? Would you consider contributing to such a campaign? What would be in such a campaign that would be worthy of contributing towards it? What kinds of returns, or stretch goals would you like to see in such a campaign?​What a long post! Please spread the word!Thanks for reading, everyone, and take care!

Life is so interesting right now! After two years and three months into this pilgrimage, I have come through full circle; when I did not know I was going in a circle in the first place. The beginning of this loop happened nearly three decades ago when I first found myself emotionally isolated. What I mean by emotionally isolated was that I could not relate or connect to anybody at a satisfactory level due to my limited eyesight and hearing. I would feel like I was left out of the loop, and not know what was going on at a given moment; which led to frustration, loneliness, abandonment, and being relegated to a sub-class of a group. At some point, I found ways to simultaneously numb myself of these feeling, and finding other ways to connect with other people. Now, 29 years later, I have come around again to observing the exact same issue; the exact same feelings; and another opportunity of making a choice once again. The only difference is, I am aware of more possibilities, my feelings, my story, and of myself.

About Peter Trinh

Hi!

My name is Peter Trinh and I started a pilgrimage on the latter half of September 2013; after deciding that the way I was living my life turned unsatisfactory and I realized that if I wanted to change my life and get out of my perceived corner, that I needed to start changing myself from the inside out. I tied up all my affairs in California, sold almost everything I owned, and told my colleagues, clients, friends, and acquaintances that I was leaving to hop on the train with a one-way ticket eastwards. Since then, I have not had any regrets on this decision and it started a continuing host of extraordinary experiences. I would be Grateful if you joined me as I chronicle this journey on this website!